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Artist: Belle & Sebastian
Album: Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Song: Lord Anthony
[http://www.indieguitartabs.com/bands/belle_and_sebastian/09_lord_anthony.html]
Tabbed by: Antoine Poliquin (polisson2@hotmail.com)
INTRO : F#m - G - F#m - G - D
VERSE :
D A
Anthony, bullied at school
G D A
Get your own back, now you are cool, or are you scared?
D A
Bunking off though you're a toff
G Gm
It's all gone wrong again, you've got double maths
D A
But the teacher's got no control
Bm Gm
The boys will run riot, you will stay quiet
Em Bb
Or you will die
VERSE 2 :
D A
Tony at the back of the gym
G D
Smoke another one, your chances are slim
A D
Cos here they come again
A
And they got you on the ground
G7 Gm
Tasting blood again, at least it's your own
D A
When will you realize that it doesn't pay
Bm
To be smarter than teachers
G
Smarter than most boys?
D A
Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
Bm Gm
Bang on the teeth, you're off for a week boy
CHORUS 1 :
D G
You may as well take it in the guts - it can't get worse
D G F#7
Just take it in the guts - it can't get worse that this
D G
'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them
E
Without a notion of a care
G Bb D
You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there
(same chords as VERSE 2)
Tony, you're a bit of a mess
Melted Toblerone under your dress
And if the kids could see you they would pass you right bye
Blue mascara running over your eye
When will you realize that it doesn't pays
To be smarter than teachers
Smarter than most boys?
Shut your mouth, start kicking the football
Bang on the teeth, you're off for a week boy
CHORUS 2 (same chords as 1st CHORUS) :
They call you Lord Anthony
But hey - it could be worse than
Lord Anthony, but hey - it could be worse
Lord Anthony, but hey - it kind of suits you anyway
You'll soon be old enough to leave them
And without a notion of a care
You'll lift two fingers in the air to linger there